If you want a job done, you should give it to someone who is already very busy.
[Saturday, 8th May]
[Noon, Day 342]
[The Market]
I spent the last two days baking, and got up early this morning to finish the pies off before I drove everything into town on the cart. Mother helped, of course, and so did Tiffany, as much as anyone called Tiffany can help, but now it’s just me, like it always is. I like market day, even though it means more standing around talking to people to get them to buy things and less proper work. There’s the money, for one thing, which is all mine to keep, though of course I have to buy flour and meat and all my other supplies for the next week with it. And I like getting into town without having to make something up to tell Mother about why I’m going. I’ve been doing too much of that lately, and I think she’s starting to get suspicious,
I don’t even really mind the people, if they come in less than threes and they don’t bargain too hard or stare at my chest. But when they horde around or the men leer, I want to throw my apron over my head and hide, even though the stall counter is between me and them. So far it hasn’t been too bad, though it’s just now getting to be lunch time. I have examples of each type of meat pie, small and large, pork and chicken, laid out on clean clothes on the counter, with more covered in the back on trays. This week I’ve done some fruit pies as well, with new berries and the last of last winter’s apples that were starting to go very soft. Off to the side I have a few dozen eggs from our chickens, some boiled and some fresh, and a few braids of challah, because I felt like making it, and it gave me an excuse to go see Jamie for honey.
Each week I try not to hope certain people will come by and others won’t, because it never does any good. So today I’m just hoping there aren’t too many all at once, and that most of the things get sold.
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[Noon, Day 342]
[The Market]
I spent the last two days baking, and got up early this morning to finish the pies off before I drove everything into town on the cart. Mother helped, of course, and so did Tiffany, as much as anyone called Tiffany can help, but now it’s just me, like it always is. I like market day, even though it means more standing around talking to people to get them to buy things and less proper work. There’s the money, for one thing, which is all mine to keep, though of course I have to buy flour and meat and all my other supplies for the next week with it. And I like getting into town without having to make something up to tell Mother about why I’m going. I’ve been doing too much of that lately, and I think she’s starting to get suspicious,
I don’t even really mind the people, if they come in less than threes and they don’t bargain too hard or stare at my chest. But when they horde around or the men leer, I want to throw my apron over my head and hide, even though the stall counter is between me and them. So far it hasn’t been too bad, though it’s just now getting to be lunch time. I have examples of each type of meat pie, small and large, pork and chicken, laid out on clean clothes on the counter, with more covered in the back on trays. This week I’ve done some fruit pies as well, with new berries and the last of last winter’s apples that were starting to go very soft. Off to the side I have a few dozen eggs from our chickens, some boiled and some fresh, and a few braids of challah, because I felt like making it, and it gave me an excuse to go see Jamie for honey.
Each week I try not to hope certain people will come by and others won’t, because it never does any good. So today I’m just hoping there aren’t too many all at once, and that most of the things get sold.
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